Wild Turkey towers over us,
The motor hums and roars,
Gurgling along, cutting through.
We bounce then settle,
And feel the soft spray,
Of that ***** water.
Finding a deep shady spot,
There is splashing and crashing,
Against the sparkling muddy water,
The sun makes the surface warm,
But our feet feel the cool.
We swim and listen to the sound:
The whiskey river.

It licked up my soul,
Sloppy and wet like a dogs tongue,
Consuming everything,
Covering my heart,
Burning it blue and bright,
You lit the fuse,
The one that had been out for so long,
I thought it was a dud,
But the sparks flew,
And my heart felt like it might burst,
And it did, but not the way I thought.
It was happy again.
Your fingertips erase old memories,
The ones I cried over for months,
And now I see new light.
I see your fire,
My fire.
Ours.

Sometimes I can’t get out of bed,
It’s the thought that you’re with her,
That girl who is always going to be prettier,
It doesn’t matter what her name is.
Every time someone says your name,
I flash back to that peach dress,
The warm summer night,
You took me in your arms,
Kissed me, breathless,
And asked me,
“Now why don’t you like this dress?”
How happy I was.  Just then.
And reality comes crashing down,
Like the loudest sound you’ve never heard,
And I’m in bed, and alone, and it’s dark.
Even this takes me back though,
To the night I couldn’t sleep,
And you found me in the kitchen,
You brought me back to bed,
And tried to make sense of my mind.
There is no one left to try,
And I’m too tired.
Sleep comes easily,
But dreams of you do not.
Memories are easier,
Sometimes.